"You'll be my girlfriend until we graduate from high school, so try as hard as you can to act cute." she pushes weakly against my chest.
"Huh? You're going to refuse my orders? Fine. Then all I have to do is make you want to say yes. What are you sc...
It was Friday, 6pm. I had just finished volleyball practice and me and Iwa-chan were walking home after grabbing a snack from the convenience store.
That was when I saw her. Under the fragile pale pink fluttering cherry blossom petals, in the normal Aoba Johsai school uniform, a thick scarf wrapped around her neck and her cute chin, carrying an enormous amount of snacks in a bag, she was looking at some study cards when she bumped into me.
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"Oh- sorry!" she apologised, while grabbing the snacks that had fallen on the floor.
"That's all right." I smiled at her, while Iwa-chan scoffed.
"Yeah, this idiot bumps into people all the time, don't mind him."
"Iwa-chan that's mean!" I exclaim while she looks at us with a blank expression.
How odd. She should be fawning over me by now.
I brush the thought out of my head. It wasn't like I'll ever see her again, though, judging by her uniform, she does go to Seijou.
I wonder why I've never seen her before? She's so pretty...with her waist long, smooth, silky, sleek black hair, snow-white skin, cute button nose, small, luscious, cherry red lips and light, shining, delicate double eyelids and mesmerising golden eyes...a true beauty.
"Ow! Iwa-chan!"
"Let's go Shitty-kawa." he says as he pinches my ear and drags me out of the store.
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The next monday, our off day, I saw her again. Sleep-sitting near the school gates.
She's definitely an oddball.
Her study cards were scattered all over the floor as cherry blossoms fell on her sleek black hair and uniform.
She's sleeping so peacefully. I muse to myself, zipping up my sports jacket.
I want to make her mine. What year is she in?
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On Tuesday, I was looking for my friend Momozono-san when I saw him again. In fact, he caught my eye on Friday the second I saw him, tall, pale, and handsome with dark mauvish brown hair that swept outwards and eyes of the corresponding colour.
I needed to pass out flyers for the school festival as requested by the Student Council President, (he asks me to run errands for him quite a lot) when I saw that silhouette.
I was at the top of the staircase, him a little ways down when I felt a strong push.
"Kya!" I fell towards him, papers scattering everywhere.
I think we were both thankful that the staircase was a short one.
I landed on top of him, my head could feel how hard his chest was.
It's all muscle...
I look down at him, propping myself up with my elbows.
He grinned at me.
"You're interesting. What's your name?"
"...Amano. Amano Misaki."
"Ohh nice to meet you Misa-chan! I'm Oikawa Tōru, just call me Tōru!" he pats my head gently.
First names already?!
I shirk away from him and shuffle to the bottom of the staircase as if that would offer me some protection.
What does he want with me?
He comes closer and traps me with his arms on the last step.
"Hmmm?" he says in my ear. I shiver and blush.
Too close!
I try to scrunch into a ball and make myself as small as possible.
Suddenly, he stands up and starts to pick up the fallen flyers.
"Misa-chan, I'm sorry you have to organise these again." he says as he picks them all up for me and smiles that charming smile of his.
I don't respond, keeping my expression blank.
"Thank you Oikawa-san." I say, softly.
He pats my head again.
"You're welcome." he says as he plants a kiss on my forehead.
I blush profusely.
Then he whispers into my ear.
"This is an order. Come to the back of the gym at 1pm today."
The only thing I could do was to try and back away from him but his arm prevents me from doing so.
I nod, terrified.
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